Jiang Yan knows Wen Ran truly wants to help her.
But she can probably guess what kind of situation Wen Ran is in.
No matter how casually Wen Ran speaks about it, the agreent marriage, which is just over a month old, how strong can their feelings really be?
Moreover, usually Wen Ran doesn’t hesitate to complain to her about Fu Chenlie.
Jiang Yan coldly said, "Don’t worry about my affairs any longer, I’ll co up with the most suitable solution."
Wen Ran looked at her attitude, almost dying from anxiety.
She took her hand: "Stop overthinking, you should rest well at ho first. I’m going back to seek money from Fu Chenlie now. If I manage to get the money, you won’t have to deal with that Chairman Lu anymore, everything will slowly get better."
"But..."
"No buts!"
Wen Ran interrupted her, then hugged her: "Ah Yan, trust , I will definitely be able to borrow money from Fu Chenlie!"
Perhaps because the deal with Chairman Lu was too tangled and difficult to decide, Jiang Yan still held so hope that Wen Ran borrowing money from Fu Chenlie could work out.
Finally, Jiang Yan seriously nodded: "Ranran, just ntion it briefly. If Mr. Fu doesn’t agree, don’t say more, I don’t want to burden you."
"Okay, I know." With those words, Wen Ran got up from the sofa, before leaving, she instructed Jiang Yan to sleep and assured her she would have news by tomorrow.
Jiang Yan saw her off.
...
On the way ho, Wen Ran’s mind was also in chaos.
In fact, she had no confidence whether Fu Chenlie would give her three million.
He’s indeed very wealthy, worth billions, but no matter how rich, it’s his own money and has nothing to do with her, borrowing or not depends on his mood.
Wen Ran knows she is passive in this.
When the Rolls-Royce stopped at Huan Island Villa, she got out of the car.
Outside, at so unknown ti, a light drizzle had started.
Wen Ran stood by the car, noticing the light in the study room upstairs of the villa had already turned off, the main bedroom seed to have its curtains drawn, making it seem not very bright.
She entered the house and went upstairs.
Opening the door to the master bedroom, the lights inside were on, but Fu Chenlie’s figure was absent from the bed.
Wen Ran tentatively called out, "Honey?"
The sound of suitcase wheels rolling reached her ears.
She quickly saw a man pushing a suitcase out of the wardrobe room; seeing him appear as if he was about to leave ho shocked her: "So late, where are you going?"
Fu Chenlie pushed the suitcase in front of her, speaking in a deep voice: "There’s news about Wan Ning, I’m going to find her."
Wen Ran’s eyes slightly froze.
Is there news so soon?
An unanticipated surge of sourness crawled from deep within her heart, in an extrely intense manner.
She dazedly asked, "Is... going abroad again?"
"Yes."
"How long will it be this ti?"
Fu Chenlie glanced at his wristwatch before answering: "About two or three days. Didn’t Madam say she wouldn’t be back tonight at her friend’s place? Why did you co back?"
These words sounded like he wasn’t welcoming her return.
Wen Ran didn’t dare think much and quickly replied: "I have sothing to tell you, so I ca back."
"Let’s talk when I co back from abroad, ti is tight, I must leave now." After speaking, he suddenly leaned in, holding the back of her head, and kissed her lips.
Her heart surged with waves of emotion, feeling sowhat comforted yet sowhat saddened.
Comforted that he still had the impulse to kiss her at a ti like this, saddened that he wouldn’t even give her the ti to finish speaking because he was leaving to find his first love.
After the kiss ended, he rubbed her hair and said, "Be good at ho, I’m leaving."
With those words, he brushed shoulders with her.
Wen Ran grabbed his sleeve.
Fu Chenlie was forced to stop, slightly turning his gaze to look at her uncertainly: "What’s wrong?"
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